So begins...

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Michael Fickery looked around the small forest trying to determine which direction was best to go in for the hunt of food. His stomach growled in protest of hunger and his eyes surveyed the area. Nothing. This was useless. He'd been here for weeks. Sometimes he found a ton of animals in an area and ate for weeks off of their meat. Sometimes he found nothing and starved.

This was one of the occasions that he starved.

Sighing, he crouched down into the bushes, his mop of dark brown hair bending in with the branches. Maybe if he waited here long enough ...

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Michael Fickery struggled as gaurds pinned him down. his head resting on a stump of an old tree that was cut down long ago. Blood covered the top from previous deaths. This was the execution ground just above the small marketplace that was practically dead.

"I just wanted some food."

"Shut it! Yer stole from the King. Yer gunna pay." A man shouted, tightening the bonds on the boys hands. His face was pushed down onto the stump by a big meaty fist making him stare at his executioner and the axe that should be coming down on his neck very soon.

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"God?" One of them laughed while the excutioner screamed in pain, no one had gone to help him. "There's no such thing as God. And, if there was, then he isn't a sacred gift. He stole from the King. That equals death. Now, unless you want to join this sacred gift in death, I suggest you piss off." The guard growled.

Michael looked up at the stranger demanding answers from the gaurds. "I were hungry. I just wanted to eat, that's all!"

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As soon as the man started the fight with the gaurds, Michael tried to scramble away. With his arms behind his back and his ankles tied together, it was a difficult feat. He'd hoped to sneak away without being seen. Now he was rolling on his belly trying to get out of his bonds.

"You will now die with this young man." The executioner growled. "The King'll want that boy's head and yours next to it. Just wait til he hears what you did." He smirked.

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Michael shook his head. "T-t-thank you, sir. Ya saved me life." He told him, rubbing his cut wrists that he'd recieved from the rope and his struggles. He glanced at the hurt men and was glad to be out of the painful situation of about to be killed.

"The King'll have our heads now. We need to move and hide before they find us and find out what has happened." Michael told Lucifer. "By the way. I'm Michael."

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Michael Fickery stared at the man, looking at him closely for a moment before staring at the coins in his hand. He couldn't beleive the man had given him money and he suddenly felt ashamed of what he'd done. "I didn't steal anything." He lied easily. "They're mistaken." He told Lucifer, slowly putting the coins in his pocket as he counted them. "Thank you... How can I repay you for saving my life?"

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"But..." He frowned, not sure what to say. The last thing he wanted was to be caught lying. "How did you get here? Why did you stop them killing me? Where are you going to go now?" The questions all came. Michael was eager to know what the man was doing, the cogs turning in his head as to what he could do.

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This man was making him more and more curious by the second. He wanted to know what the man did and where he was from and he found himself following Lucifer. "Can I come with you? I don't normally hang around anyone and I'm real good normally. I won't be any bother, I promise, sir." He told Lucifer.

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Michael stared at the scene that was playing out, much to his dismay. "We should go-" It was too late. Lucifer was heading into the crowd and Michael had no choice but to follow him if he didn't want to be alone once more. And he didn't. So the boy quickly followed the knight's footsteps.

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Michael Fickery sighed as he got himself up. He was worried and distracted. He wanted to do something, but in the middle of the night, that was rather hard. And he had no idea what to do exactly. Sighing, he paced up and down a short distance from Lucifer, hoping to figure things out as he did. He really wanted to stay within Lucifer's company, but was unsure whether he was wanted or not. The man hadn't told him to get lost - yet, though, so that was a positive.

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Michael Fickery jumped at the sound of Lucifer's voice. "Just walking." He simply said, stopping and looking at Lucifer. He bit his bottom lip, trying to decide how to go about things. "Where are you heading once we sleep?" He asked, hoping to find out as much as possible about Lucifer's directions. Maybe then he'd find out what was planning to be done so he could show the man it was in his best interests to allow Michael to follow.

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Michael frowned. "I'm called Michael." He told Lucifer, just in case the man had forgotten. "And I'm not a sinner. I told you that already." He sighed, his eyesa on the man's sword as it swung. He didn't like the look of it and it scared him. But he tried not to let that show.

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"I know what the sins are and I don't have any of them." He frowned, though he was now feeling pretty close to wrath. He was annoyed that Lucifer wasn't giving him much of a chance to prove himself. "My name is Michael and I ain't no sinner!"

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"Is it bad to have pride in your work?" Michael retorted before the sword was against his neck and the colour drained from his face. Sickness washed over him for a moment. This man had saved him from an execution yet now had a sword pointed at him.

He couldn't help but sigh in relief when the sword was away from his neck and Lucifer had finished, starting to walk away. Michael followed. "I like women, yes, but a little lust is not a sin. Too much of any of them is a sin, but a little of each or a couple isn't as bad as you make it sound." Michael told Lucifer.

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